9
Trevor
As soon as the door to our suite closed, Khalil had me pressed against it. “Impatient,“
I murmured.
He ran his nose up my neck, inhaling deeply before placing a soft kiss behind my ear. “I have been watching you all night.“
He slid his hands down to my arse. “Walking behind you, seeing the silk of your trousers cling to this perfect ass.”
A moan slipped from my lips, and I arched my back, grinding my hips against his hard cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. Unlike our first kiss, this one was hungry, almost feral. Khalil lifted one of my legs, holding it in place while he slotted our steely erections together.
I threw my head back on a gasp. “I want you inside me.”
He held my gaze for a moment, then a wicked grin curved his lush lips. “As you wish.”
My heart squeezed at him reciting a line from one of my favorite movies. “Does that mean I’m a princess?” I teased.
He lifted my other leg, wrapping both of them around his waist. He shook his head. “Nope. Still an angel.”
Khalil carried me to my bedroom and set me gently on the floor. I started to take my blouse off, but he stopped me. He raised my hand to his lips. “Allow me.”
Piece by piece, he carefully removed my blouse, my shoes, and my trousers. When I was just in my camisole and matching silk-and-lace panties, he took a step back and just looked at me. “You are so beautiful.”
I moved close to him, my body humming with need. “I want you to touch me. I want to feel your body against mine. I want you to hold me close while you push inside me.”
Khalil let out a shuddering breath. His warm hands reached out to caress my body under the silk and lace. He pressed his lips to the junction of my shoulder and neck. “I can’t wait to feel you surrounding my cock.”
I fumbled with the buttons of his tuxedo jacket. “Off. This needs to come off.”
He chuckled. “So impatient.”
I mock-glared at him. “Of course I’m impatient. I’ve been waiting three months for this.”
He kissed my forehead and stepped back. He made quick work of removing his clothing until, at last, he was standing gloriously naked before me, his thick cock already hard. My mouth watered, and I quickly shucked my camisole and panties. We could do slow another day. I had been waiting too long for this man.
Khalil growled low in his throat, pressing into my body as he moved us toward the bed. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, he lifted me and laid me down in the middle of the bed. He followed me down, covering me with his big body. He placed a trail of kisses up my body from my inner thigh to my neck, stopping to suck on my nipples along the way.
“Khalil, please,“
I gasped. “I need you inside me.”
He met my gaze, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Do you have supplies?”
“Nightstand.”
He moved off me to open the drawer, laughing when he pulled out a large, unopened box of condoms and a bottle of lube. “You came prepared.”
“I told you. I’ve been waiting…”
“Three months,“
he finished. He opened the box and took out what he needed, setting the rest aside. “So have I.”
I settled myself in the middle of the bed. He crawled over me and took my mouth in a hungry kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his body down onto mine. Our hips ground together, the friction only building our need.
“Please,” I gasped.
He pulled himself up enough to grab the lube. The click of the cap opening was the most wonderful sound to my ears. I pulled my legs back and spread them when I felt his slick fingers circle my hole. A moan of pleasure left me when he pressed his finger inside.
“More,“
I pleaded.
A second finger joined the first, and the noises coming from me became obscene. “In me. I don’t need any more prep.“
He opened his mouth, and I held up one finger. “Do not ask me if I’m sure.”
He smiled crookedly. “Yes, sir.”
He picked up the condom, deftly opened the wrapper, and rolled it onto his erection. He added an abundance of lube to his covered cock, one lifted eyebrow daring me to comment.
When the tip of his dick pressed against my opening, I blew out a breath and bore down, letting him past the first tight ring of muscle. We both groaned as he slid all the way to the hilt. I took a moment to breathe, getting used to the feeling of fullness. “I’m good,“
I gasped. “Fuck me.”
He pulled me into a slow, sensuous kiss before whispering, “As you wish.”
He pulled out and slammed back in, his fingers tightly gripping my hips. I arched my back and wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting him as close to me as he could be. Sweat coated our bodies as we writhed together, seeking our pleasure.
A tingle began at the base of my spine as my balls tightened and my orgasm rose to the surface. “Close,” I gasped.
Khalil’s fingers wrapped around my shaft. “Come for me, my angel.”
That was enough to send me over. I threw my head back, arching my body into his touch. Warm cum shot between us, slicking our bodies even more. Khalil let go of my cock and wrapped both arms around me as his thrusts grew jerky. His cock got impossibly hard and began to pulse within me. He let out a long, low groan of pleasure before going still.
We both lay gasping for breath, ignoring the cooling sweat and cum. When his cock began to soften, he gently pulled out of me. I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, he was wiping my chest and abdomen with a warm, damp washcloth.
I moved so I could pull down the blankets. Lifting up one side, I said, “Come, darling. Sleep with me. I want to wake up with your arms around me.”
He tossed the cloth into the ensuite and climbed in next to me. He slid his arm under me so I could rest my head on his chest. “How’s this?”
“Perfect.”